Who: Spider-Man 2099 and OPEN to New York peeps NPCs: Vulture, other New Yorkers What: S-Man's trying to catch a ride to Gotham City. People keep interrupting. When: Monday December 3, evening Where: Manhattan, NY
"Where is your incessant chatter, Spider-Man?" the Vulture taunted as he soared in a circle over his costumed opponent, who was rising to his feet in the middle of a busy Manhattan street. "What's wrong? Don't you have any wisecracks today?"
Spider-Man shook his head. He wasn't anywhere near as talkative as this weirdo was expecting. That, and he was still shaking off the effects of being blindsided by a concussion grenade. "Wrong guy."
"Disappointing. That just means this will be over much more quickly!" The bald old man in the green armor swooped down to deliver a kick to Spider-Man's head.
Despite the high speed of the Vulture's dive, from Spider-Man's point of view he was still moving in slow motion. Spider-Man dashed to the side and grabbed the Vulture's ankle, swinging it around with the Vulture's momentum. The Vulture crashed onto the side of a parked car. The impact stunned the old man and bent one of his mechanical wings. Spider-Man finished the job by slicing up the wings with his talons.
The Vulture screamed as if his own flesh were being sliced to ribbons. Spider-Man backed up, wondering if the wings had some sort of cybernetic interface. They certainly seemed more high-tech than the Vulture's wings from his own era. "My wings! How could you do that to my life's work! I'll kill you for that! Worse, I'll -- I'll--"
"You'll eat me, right?" Spider-Man asked, getting in the Vulture's face. The dark-blue material stretched slightly as he talked. "Is that what you were going to say? You'll kill me and feast on my carcass?"
Vulture paled even more than he already was. "What? How -- how revolting! How could you even accuse me of such a thing?"
Spider-Man shrugged and knocked him out with a half-hearted punch. "Wrong guy, I guess." He could have webbed him to the car, but he needed to conserve his organic webbing. He hadn't had very much to eat in the couple of days he'd been in 2012. He didn't even legally exist. He needed to find the Spider-Man of this era, and he'd most recently heard there had been sightings in New Jersey. Some city named Gotham. Now it was just a matter of getting there.
Ignoring the shouts of bystanders (including the apparent owner of the ancient car that had just been wrecked), Spider-Man started climbing a wall to rooftop level. He'd attracted quite a bit of attention.